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Does a snow flake flow upstream at midnight
With a mountain waterfall so vertically up
Is the moon blotted out by storm clouds mounting
While some insignificant ice thing melts
On such evenings as this where shadows thrive
Given the lack of light and evidence given
Who is to say what is or isn’t
What gives credence to a crystalline
Frozen then gone in an instance
Snow blends in, transforms the darkness
Merges with so many droplets at a cost
Flowing soft but hard against the rocks
Where tears hide by muffled sounds inside
Waterfalls crash but never cry
Is this how life and love begins
Forming midnight on a mission
While another snow flake falls
Goes missing with the others lost
He arose, erasing my past
Stifling the ache with His embrace
Gentling me with peace that will last
It’s called true love, amazing grace
He arose, silencing all doubt
Thankful that my wrongs he’d erase
All my sin has been blotted out
It’s called true love, amazing grace
He arose, healing my despair
Joy is written across my face
He’s kind, answering my prayer
It’s called true love, amazing grace
He arose, spoke light o’er my soul
Offered hope that I can’t replace
With Him, there’s wonder to console
It’s called true love, amazing grace
He arose, stirring my heart up
From the dark, His light I’ll still chase
His Spirit always fills my cup
It’s called true love, amazing grace
A hardened heart
closed the mind, so unkind
left the soul without empathy
struggling to understand
the joy in Christ's gift to man
Salvation of the soul
a reason to hope, to grow
in the light, the love, the wonder
of a grace that made life kinder
A hardened heart
broke through the dreams
coloring everything
in seas of blackest sorrow
left the thoughts filled with despair
carried the fear to the soul
where it kept joy from rising up
and leaving a promise of Him who knows
that faith can brighten the darkness
with sincerity and assurance
that joy comes to the One who listens
to the prayers of true repentance
A hardened heart
gorged by lies from the deceiver
Jesus adversary, the wicked one
who knows only to steal and destroy
love that flows into the light
from hearts who've learned to fight
the darkness, the hardness
with love that is gentle and kind
filled with faith that reminds
His light is inspired
His love is a burning fire
His grace is there for us
Salvation will always come
to those who pray from a heart
convicted by the Holy Spirit
who echoes His beauty in us!
Acts 3:19 - Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, when the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the Lord;
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A Light in the Darkness
Once, side by side, they walked the moonlit beach
in silence- each alone and incomplete
in disjoined worlds- linked only by the reach
of tiny, lapping waves upon their feet.
As silver beams of moonlight iced the ground
and blotted out the heat of sandy gold,
their warmth of humanness was hidden- bound
beneath blind souls that shivered in the cold.
Yet, on the sand, their shadows danced along-
a silhouetted couple synchronized
in motion- forms united clear and strong
against the blankness which the moon devised.
Dark shadow puppets sparked romantic light-
gave living souls new vision in their night.
December 18, 2014
Shadow Puppets
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: Silhouette
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 09/16/2017
Shadow Puppets
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Mid-June
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 06/15/2017
I stole an hour from work
Drove a few blocks from our downtown office
To a cemetery
And there
In my preferred shady spot to park
Where I typically meditate
With all four windows wide open
Gulping the afternoon autumn wind
Shaving my face to young again
In the rearview mirror
Brian Doyle’s last book opened
But today? No
Another soul
A fellow survivor in their coffin car
I found praying there first
So I give her the space
Crawl on
Find another blotted out lace of umbra
Just as good
On a little inclined peppermint hill
The road so narrow
I wonder whether I’ve made a mistake
Accidentally driving up more of a walking path
Eye of the needle
I try to let it go
Unfold
My bible
Next to me
Little pale graves nub in the grass
Like breadcrumbs
Celtic dates from the mid-1800s
And beyond
Not just a deer
But a buck with a large antler rack
Looks back
To me
Undisturbed from his grazing
How could this be?
To grow so old and grand
Contained forever in this ancient park
Squared by the city?
With nowhere to go
No place to be free?
Or maybe he is very very free
A ghost satisfied with his grateful rest?
He’s had enough
We both are startled
Perhaps with the same thought?
Or was it that red car creaking on its springs
Inching past us
Departing
Young girl looks over
Book in hand
Gives a little wave
Smiles
Either to me or the buck
Who knows?
As if telling us to relax
She won’t tell.
Turning over in a ruffled bed,
stark red numbers sear 4 a.m. into bloodshot corneas.
Nothing but darkness creeps through threadbare curtains, frozen in place.
A desolate silence becomes deafening, as birdsong no longer crescendos—
what would have been the breaking of dawn.
It's been six years now since our brightest star was thrown out of orbit,
exposing the frozen side of the sun.
No longer does our planet experience the warmth of its radiation,
nor the glow of its solar flares.
Within a fraction of a second, humanity was plunged into an everlasting night.
Temperatures plummeted; mass hysteria was at its peak.
Crops perished within hours to days,
as the new icy tundra eclipsed once-thriving farmlands.
The birth of a perpetual Ice Age was at hand.
Power grids crystallized and snapped.
Cities crumbled; small towns were blotted out,
disappearing off the map, never to be seen again.
Death's gelid hand spared but a few souls—
holed up in a scientific research bunker in the Arctic.
We are but the unlucky few who get to “live” in this glacial purgatory,
wandering aimlessly forevermore.
parents or other nemesis with glare
ring (smoke emitting nostrils),
an idyll escape for this heir
to the throne of the mountain king,
(lion share of original tract
kept by Donald Neilson empire)
this make believe verdant submerged lair
unwittingly left gaping hole,
when Gambone Brothers
industrial machinery voraciously
made clean sweep,
without a trace of former imp pier
real resilient stately structured heart
of "Glen Elm" could no longer rear
the well built “grand Etta face dame”
helplessly, holistically humbly
brought to her knees
(gory detail aye will spare),
nonetheless more
than one pearl jammed shaped tear
trickled down chafed
sad reddened cheeks,
whose head must veer
away asper thine subsequently
blotted out never never never land
eclipsed by transient rubble,
thence vinyl city (dis) graced sacred space,
no doubt a great ache,
when Saint Nick sought
sought in vain for
324 Templed throne every where!
To see the world turned upside down
Takes change indeed, and lots!
More men like Jason bring this change,
But not those Argonauts.
For this is not of flesh and blood;
It’s not an earthy fight.
The dark, upended, rolled away,
Is mastered by the light.
See, we won’t cause the death of filth*
By legislating lusts;
A man’s heart simply won’t be changed
Through shoulds and oughts and musts.
Closing abortion clinics will
Not put an end to strife;
The need for their existence ends
When we instead choose life.
To turn this wild world upside down,
You don’t use ties that bind.
Instead, you set the Spirit free
By changing hearts and minds.
But if this job was up to us,
We’d never get it done.
There’s just one man to do this work;
’Tis Christ, God’s only son.
And so we ask that Christ draw near
To change the heart of man.
When he, like Jason, shares the news,
He’s joined with God’s great plan.
(musings on Acts 17)
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“These men who have turned the world upside down have come here also, and Jason has received them, and they are all acting against the decrees of Caesar, saying that there is another king, Jesus.”
*alternate, rhyming with 'corn', did not assume that would be blotted out in this context, but I'm new...
Zip pose zing the weather forecast
donned wafted air
fragrant with flowered flora
visibility for miles
if ether crystal clear,
this high da way countless yards
off the ground presented flare
approximating pristine floral display
with powerfully poignant immunity
against cackling, jeering, scowling,
parents or other nemesis with glare
ring (smoke emitting nostrils),
an idyll escape for this heir
to the throne of the mountain king,
(lion share of original tract
kept by Donald Neilson empire)
this make believe verdant submerged lair
unwittingly left a gaping hole,
when Gambone Brothers
industrial machinery voraciously
made clean sweep,
without a trace of former imp pier
real resilient stately structured heart
of "Glen Elm" could no longer rear
the well built “grand Etta face dame”
helplessly, holistically humbly
brought to her knees (gory detail aye will spare),
nonetheless more than one pearl jammed shaped tear
trickled down chafed
sad reddened cheeks,
whose head must veer
away asper thine subsequently
blotted out never never never land
eclipsed by transient rubble,
thence vinyl city (dis) graced sacred space,
no doubt a great ache,
when Saint Nick sought
sought in vain for
324 Templed throne everywhere!
Blessed are those who overcome
Who bravely stand ‘midst strife
For they shall see God’s paradise
And reach the tree of life
They shall not be harmed by death
Because They overcame
The hidden manna they shall eat
And gain their own new name
Blessed are those who overcome
They have the Morning Star
Their Lord shall let them rule with Him
O’er nations near and far
Those who undefiled are
Those walking worthily
Who clean their garments in the blood
In robes of white shall be
Blessed are those who overcome
Amidst the great distress
Their name will not be blotted out
Their name He shall confess
Hold fast that which He gave to You
And do not lose your crown
That You might see Jerusalem
Renewed, and coming down
Blessed are those who overcome
A pillar they shall be
Within the Temple of our God
For all eternity
Hark! He knocks, and blessed are those
Who open up the door
Those overcoming shall remain
Beside Him evermore
Blessed are those who overcome
Believing in His Word
Their Lord shall write on them His Name
Which men have never heard
Those enduring to the end
Are saved from every wrong
Their awesome weapon is their praise
Their battle cry a song
Blessed are those who overcome
Believing in the Lamb
Those faithfully enduring all
To serve the Great I AM
In His blood they overcome
With testimonies strong
Those loving not their lives to death
Shall sing amongst the throng
Blessed is He who overcame
Yeshua, King of Kings
He conquered sin and death, though He
Was tempted in all things
Yours is all the might and fame
In You we overcome
You shall return, to rule this earth
O Lord Yeshua, come!
Based on many verses throughout Revelation, especially chapters 2 and 3